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AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

INCOMPATIBLE

A ChrisEffe Thriller

 

CHAPTER 17

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Mavis smiled broadly and stepped aside.

 

Effe saw Chris, and she hurried into the room. She dropped her bag on the dining-table and crossed over quickly toward Chris. He did not stand up and simply looked warily up at her.

Effe dropped down on the floor beside the seat he was sitting on. Slowly, she held his knees and parted his legs, and then she wedged her body between his thighs as she looked up at him with love and sheer remorse.

“I hurt you, Chris-Love,” she said softly.

“Yes, you hurt me,” Chris replied calmly.

Tears came to Effe’s eyes then and slowly dripped down her face.

 

“Oh, Chris-Love!” she whispered in a broken voice. “Please forgive me! I’m so ashamed, so sorry! I knew just how much this contract meant to you! Forgive me, Chris-Love. Only you can forgive me!”

Mavis walked to the dining-table and sat down, reaching gingerly for her drink, her eyes never leaving Chris’ face. She saw the way his hurt features quickly became pained, and how he shut his eyes and leaned his head back. Mavis knew just how important the Eden Hotel contract had been to Chris. She had personally seen him working away on his laptop even when he was in their company, labouring to fine-tune his bid and put himself in the best position to win it.

 

That was why, in a way, Mavis had been a little bit resentful of the fact that Effe had forgotten about the date! How could she forget?

Mavis knew that if she had been Chris, forgiving Effe would’ve been a bit difficult, and certainly wouldn’t have happened in a day.

However, she knew, even before Chris opened his eyes and leaned forward, that his good heart could not hold grudges against the woman he loved so dearly.

That was one thing about Chris Bawa that Mavis found so charming!

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He never really ever stretched an issue, even when Effe was guilty of giving him pain. That was why Mavis had been shocked by the fact that he had allowed this current pain to fester for two days.

Mavis smiled gently to herself when she saw Chris Bawa smiling gently at Effe and reaching out to lovingly and tenderly brush tears from her cheeks.

Mavis sighed deeply.

She knew there was no way Chris would ever be able to stay angry at Effe for long.

 

“I can’t stand it when you cry, Angelface,” Chris whispered tremulously. “It’s okay, really. Another chance will come along.”

“Oh, Chris!” Effe whispered tenderly, her lips trembling, her face shattered with the depths of the pain in her chest. “Thank you, my love.”

And then, it just happened.

 

Suddenly, she moved up from her kneeling position and smoothly glided up his body, and then they were holding each other tightly and kissing tenderly, lost in a world of their own, totally embedded in the power of their love, and forgetting everything else…and nothing else mattered.

Effe’s body was moulded sensuously in his arms, and she strained against him as if she wanted to disappear into his body. Chris’ gentle hands roamed her back and down that soft, curvaceous and beautiful derriere.

 

Finally, his arms went around her as they held each other tightly, almost desperately, and kissed tenderly and sweetly with absolute abandon.

Mavis sighed and drained her cup, and then she headed to the kitchen to warm the food, aware that the problem had been solved, once more, for one more night.

***

It was around half past ten in the night when Mavis came out with them to see them off. Effe hugged her friend tightly with a happy smile on her face.

“Thanks, Mave, for everything,” she whispered gratefully. “You’re a darling.”

“Always a pleasure, Ef,” Mavis replied. “Remember what I told in the office.”

“I will, Mave, I will.”

When they separated Mavis walked toward Chris.

He hanged his sunglasses down the front of his shirt and swept Mavis into a warm embrace. She giggled and put her arms around him, squeezing him tightly.

 

“Thanks, Ats,” Chris murmured against her cheek. “I don’t know what would’ve happened to us without you.”

“Glad I’m always able to help you two crazy heads,” Mavis whispered and kissed him quickly on his cheek.

Effe entered her car, and a moment later Chris slid into the passenger’s seat beside her.

“Buckle up, my love,” Effe said as she slid her seatbelt across and locked it. Chris buckled up, and a moment later Effe reversed, honked, and drove slowly into the darkness.

 

Mavis stood watching them with a pensive expression on her face, and then she scowled slightly when a car started up about two blocks from where she was standing, and then it came toward her direction with the headlights high. It was a sleek black car with very dark windows, and then it was gone, following Effe’s car.

Mavis stared at the car for a moment, and then she turned and went back into her room and locked the door.

 

Chris and Effe were not aware that there was a dark sedan following them. It was a magical night for them, and the cocoon of young love had enveloped them so tightly that nothing else mattered. The windows of the car were up, and the air-conditioner was breathing its cold air on them. The Shael CD was still in the tape player, and Effe used the remote to set it to the fourth track, Love Bites Sweetly, and a moment later Shael’s amazing voice filled the car.

Chris put his head back on the head-rest.

“Beautiful song,” he said softly. “Sounds like that lady, the one you hero-worship…what’s her name?”

 

“Shael,” Effe replied. “Yeah, that’s her latest album, and that’s my favourite track on the album. Mave gave it to me today as a gift.”

She reached out suddenly and took his hand, drawing him closer. Chris wrapped his hand around her lovely one, and she raised their intertwined hands and gently kissed the back of his hand.

“I love you, Chris-Love,” she murmured sweetly. “I just wish we can stop all these fights and the misunderstandings. Yes, I know you’re jealous and possessive, and you hurt sometimes, but please have a little consideration for me, okay? It is you I love, only you.”

 

“I know you’re going through a lot, yeah, coupled with the land issue and all, my Angel, but I do get hurt seeing you with all these guys. You accuse me of being boring, and I don’t understand, Effe. Let me into your world, and I promise not to do anything to embarrass you. I love you so much that I don’t even enjoy the company of any woman but you. Why can’t you feel the same toward me?”

“Because we’re different, Chris, with different interests!” she said earnestly. “But, please, don’t let us go back on all that unpleasantness. Tonight is for us, and I don’t want any arguments to mar this night. Let’s enjoy it, my love.”

 

Chris sighed, and although he had a lot more he wanted to talk about, he kept them bottled down, and enjoyed being in her company.

When they got to his house, she parked the car a little way off, and they sat in the darkness and conversed. The sleek sedan that was following them stopped several meters away with the lights off and the three men inside watching intently.

Close to thirty minutes later the passenger door of Effe’s car opened, and Chris came out. He shut the door, and as he was leaning down, Effe opened her door and came running around the car.

 

She flew into his arms, and wound her arms tightly around his neck, drawing his head down and putting her lips to his, her sweet tongue darting warmly into his mouth as she kissed him with sweet abandon.

Steve Hollison, sitting in the back of the black sedan and watching them in the dim moonlight, cursed with rage under his breath.

“Fucking motherfucker!” he grated out indignantly, and the two muscle-bound men in the front seats exchanged amused glances.

Chris’ hand roamed over Effe’s incredible body, and when he cupped her breasts he felt her hardened nipples against his hands. His lips blazed down her throat, and she shuddered, moaning, and pushing her hands under his shirt.

 

Their lips met again, and they fell against the side of the car as their passion rose, and threatened to tear them apart.

With a low moan, Effe finally pushed back and looked at him with shadowed eyes as her breath came in laboured bursts of passion.

“Oh, Chris!” she murmured gruffly. “I love you so!”

“You’re my air,” he whispered, his handsome face filled with passion in the moonlight. “Without you, I can’t breathe, Effe.”

She smiled sweetly and brushed her hand down the front of his jeans, feeling his fury inside there.

“Tell him not to worry, my love,” she whispered softly. “Very soon, he will meet Mrs. Effe Bawa.”

They both laughed at that.

 

“Let it be soon, my love, my Angelface,” Chris whispered. “Can’t wait much longer.”

“Can’t wait too, darling,” she said, and then she turned toward the car. “Goodnight, Chris-Love.”

“Goodnight, Angel,” Chris replied. “Sweet bliss, angels guard you.”

He waited as Effe executed a U-turn and blew on her horn. She drove forward a bit, and then the brake lights came on. Chris smiled tenderly to himself when her door opened again, and she came running toward him again.

“A quick goodnight kiss?” she whispered, and once again he took her into his arms and kissed her slowly, sweetly, tenderly.

 

“You’re crazy, Mrs. Future Bawa,” he whispered when they parted.

Effe sighed tremulously, and then she linked her arm through his as he accompanied her to the car again.

Inside the sedan, Steve shut his eyes.

“Get ready, boys,” he said savagely. “Go get him.”

 

The front doors of the huge car opened, and the two huge men stepped out as Effe’s car moved past them. The two men pulled sock masks over their heads. One was holding a short metallic cosh, and the other was holding a gun.

They moved like shadows in the darkness toward Chris Bawa.

Chris had turned away and was moving toward the dark house when he felt the rush of air behind him. He began to turn, and then he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head as one of his attackers smashed him in the head with the metallic cosh. He felt his head exploding in stars, and as he fell forward the blow came again, and he fell down weakly as he lost consciousness.

 

The two men quickly dragged his hands behind him and locked a pair of handcuffs on him. They took one arm each and quickly dragged Chris toward the dark sedan and piled him rather roughly into the huge boot.

They quickly got into the car, started up, and raced furiously out of the area.

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